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A few days later, Ibraheem was through the credit card bills amd details his father had given him. There was some wrong calculations which he couldn't point out. Bored, his eyes roamed over the bills and he caught something interesting.

A lingerie store. One look at the number of the card and he knew it was Jannat.

He laughed out loud, his chest vibrating with mirth.

Of course, little lamb. Of course.

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Ibraheem's mind was killing him. He was desperate. Really. It has been days since he has - released his stress. And it was not because of the lack if trying. He had called his mistress ,multiple times,but he just couldn't, all the while as she screamed like a banshee. Fuck.

  Laying in bed, his mind raced with images. Images of her, images of her that when she was at his house, standing right beside the bed he was now laying on. And now, images of her in the pieces of  lingerie she may have bought. He was she wouldn't have bought that risky ones like that ones he was imagining right now.

His hands went to his trousers, opening the zipper.

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Jannat was cleaning her closet when her phone rang. Since their cousins has gotten here, her closet has been an ultimate mess.

Ibraheem Bhai

The caller ID said. She picked it up cautiously.

"Hello? Aslam-o-Alaikum, bhai."

She heard a groan. Very husky
and very deep.

"Hello? Are you okay?"

"What's my name?", His voice very husky. Like he had a sore throat.

"Uh? Ibraheem bhai?", She answered, trying to understand his predicament.

"Fûck! Not that. Just my name." She head some groaning again.
What was happening?

"Ibraheem?" She breathed,her voice very meek. It was the first time she had ever said his name.

"Again."

"Ibraheem" , He breathed again.

"Jann- " His voice was like he was in pain. She heard some voices in the background.

"Fûck! Shit, Why did they have to name you Jannat (Heaven)" , His voice was surprisingly a little bit normal now, still very husky though.

He ended the call and Jannat stared at her phone in confusion.

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   Azlaan sat with his Khaala, nodding while she gave him specific instructions. How to behave, what to say, how to look. It was a guide, really.

A guide for young men to act like a Douche.

Dua watched Ali, for a second too long, then starting chanting 'ice cream'. Her mother was very irritated, she slapped her head and said "Can't you see we're talking about something important? Go with Ali."

She smirked.

When Hoorain said she didn't want to go because she was on a diet, she smirked again.

"Let's go, Ali bhai."

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Ibraheem had decided to blow some steam off at the gym at his home because his other certain methods did not work.

He was on the bench, lifting weights when Jannat entered.

"Ibraheem bhai, your protein shake." She stood at the door, not willing to enter the Lion's lair.

Ah, but the lamb had already entered it, hadn't she?

He got up leisurely, slowly setting the weight aside, his back muscles flexing. He wore a white tank top, now wet with sweat.

Jannat gulped. It was too hot in there.
He came towards her slowly. She stepped back slowly. Again.

Now she was against the wall, the bottle still in her hand. His hands supported on the wall at the sides of her head. He took the bottle with one end and set it on the table. He looked down at her, her brown eyes wide and looking straight at his shoulder. Not blinking even once.

"Are you scared of me now that I have scared off two of your admirers? " He teased.

She was silent for a bit. His nose buried in her hair which smelt like strawberries, his lips trailing across her forehead.

Suddenly, when he bent down, she nodded. Yes.

He laughed. His arms coming around her waist, her abdomen pressed against his hard one. He leaned down slowly, his hair disheveled. One lock fell on his shoulder as pecked her under her ear. His lips brushing against her porcelain skin slowly. Trailing slowly, towards her cheek. Her eyes closed as she panted.

His lips didn't stop there, they trailed a path towards her bowed pink lips and kissed the corner of her mouth. Testing patiently.

Jannat gasped. Her closed eyes open wide as she stared up at him with shimmering eyes.

"You should be."

His arms unwound as she blushed and in a second, she was running away.

But till when?

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    They all had been playing a game of Dumb Charades. Laughing, yelling and fighting.

Ibraheem's team won of course.
He, Ali and Dua were celebrating with pressed grape juice, pretending it was champagne.

At night, when everyone had retired, Ibraheem had celebrated really, with real champagne. Azlaan had caught him but they both knew each-others's secrets. So they had drank together just a little looking for that buzz.

  Then, drunk bur still a little bit sober, he came into her room. Silent as a thief, clever as a fox.

"Ibraheem b-bhai What are you doing?"

Ibraheem suppressed the smirk growing on his face, his lips twitched a little however. The moon, shy of what was happening inside the room, peak from behind the curtains. The stars shined brightly on the couple, trying to look through the window. Everything was hushed.

Ibraheem looked at Jannat, her stream of brown hair, those curved lips and those big eyes and his breath hitched. His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.

His hair fell on his forehead as he bent his head towards her ear, one of his hands above her head on the wall behind her. His husky voice whispered beside her ear with amusement twinkling in his eyes ,

"You are still going to call me bhai (brother) after everything I have done to you? "

Jannat's face flushed with his words. The moments flashed before her eyes when they had acted wantonly, not at all like a brother should act with his so called sister.

His nose trailed from her ear towards the hollow of her throat. Lips making a home there.

"Will you call me bhai again?", He whispered, his tone underlying with a threat that made even his bones quicker.

Jannat hesitantly shook her head. His warm breath against her throat did something to her.

Something she hadn't experienced before. Something that made her scared. Something that made her mind run towards those images she had tried to suppress for so long.

Feeling her shaking her head, his lips trailed back up and then an arm wrapped around her tiny waist, his warm mouth sucked her earlobe in. He felt her shudder and his lips left her.

"Good", He said loudly as his body left hers and a hand patted her head twice like a child ,a smirk etched on his lips which was impossible to erase. His once dark brooding glare had turned into an amused twinkle.

"Very good."

With that, he turned around and left Jannat panting in her room, the door closing behind him with a tick.

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SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED! I know that the story has less detail and less story about other characters but i don't want to drag it.

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